3 But may a poor bewilder'd soul,
Sinful and weak as mine,
Presume to raise a trembling eye
To blessings so divine?

4 The lustre of so bright a bliss
My feeble heart o'erbears;
And unbelief almost perverts
The promise into tears.
5 My Saviour God, no voice but thine
These dying hopes can raise:
Speak thy salvation to my soul,
And turn my prayer to praise.

SCRIPTURE INVITATIONS AND
PROMISES.

114. L. M. Dr. S. Stennett. GOD reasoning with Men, Isaiah i. 18. I COME, sinners," saith the mighty God, "Heinous as all your crimes have been, "Lo! I descend from mine abode,

"To reason with the sons of men. 2 "No clouds of darkness veil my face, "No vengeful light'nings flash around: "Itome with terms of life and peace; "Where sin hath reign'd, let grace abound." 3 Yes, Lord, we will obey thy call, And to thy gracious sceptre bow; O make our crimson sins like wool, Our scarlet crimes as white as snow. 4 So shall our thankful lips repeat Thy praises with a tuneful voice, While, humbly prostrate at thy feet, We wonder, tremble, and rejoice.

115. 8.7.4. Altered by Toplady. Come and welcome to JESUS CHRIST, Isaiah lv. 1.

1 COME, ye sinners, poor and wretched, Weak and wounded, sick and sore!!

Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity join'd with power:
He is able,

He is willing: Doubt no more! 2 Come, ye thirsty, come and welcome; God's free bounty glorify:

True belief, and true repentance,
Every grace that brings us nigh-
Without money,

Come to Jesus Christ, and buy.
3 Let not conscience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness he requireth,
Is to feel your need of him:
This he gives you;

'Tis his Spirit's rising beam. 4 Come, ye weary, heavy laden, Lost and ruin'd by the fall! If you tarry till you're better, You will never come at all: Not the righteous,

Sinners Jesus came to call.

5 View him prostrate in the garden;
On the ground your Maker lies!
On the bloody tree behold him;
Hear him cry, before he dies,
"It is Finish'd,"

Sinner, will not this suffice?
Lo, th' incarnate God, ascended,
Pleads the merit of his blood:
Venture on him, venture wholly,
Let no other trust intrude;
None but Jesus

Can do helpless sinners good.

7 Saints and angels, join'd in concert, Sing the praises of the Lamb: While the blissful seats of heaven

Sweetly echo with his name.

Hal.! Sinners, here may sing the same.

116. C. M. Fawcett.

Let the wicked forsake his Way, &c. Isaiah lv. 7.
1 SINNERS, the voice of God regard;
'Tis mercy speaks to-day;

He calls you by his sovereign word,
From sin's destructive way.

2 Like the rough sea that cannot rest,
You live devoid of peace;

A thousand stings within your breast,
Deprive your souls of ease.

3 Your way is dark, and leads to hell;
Why will you persevere ?

Can you in endless torments dwell,
Shut up in black despair?

4 Why will you in the crooked ways
Of sin and folly go?

In pain you travel all your days
To reap immortal woe!

5 But he that turns to God shall live,

Thro' his abounding grace;

His mercy will the guilt forgive

Of those that seek his face.
6 Bow to the sceptre of his word,
Renouncing every sin;

Submit to him your sovereign Lord,
And learn his will divine.

7 His love exceeds your highest thoughts; He pardons like a God;

He will forgive your numerous faults,
Thro' a Redeemer's blood.

117. L. M. Steele.

Weary Souls invited to Rest, Matt. xi. 28. 1 COME, weary souls, with sins distrest, Come, and accept the promised rest; The Saviour's gracious call obey, And cast your gloomy fears away.

2 Oppress'd with guilt, a painful load;
O come, and spread your woes abroad:
Divine compassion, mighty love
Will all the painful load remove.
3 Here mercy's boundless ocean flows,
To cleanse your guilt and heal your woes;
Pardon, and life, and endless peace;
How rich the gift! how free the grace!
4 Lord, we accept with thankful heart,
The hope thy gracious words impart;
We come with trembling, yet rejoice,
And bless the kind inviting voice.
5 Dear Saviour! let thy powerful love
Confirm our faith, cur fears remove;
And sweetly influence every breast,
And guide us to eternal rest.

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118. As the 148th.

Yet there is room, Luke xiv. 22.
YE dying sons of men,
Immerg'd in sin and woe,
The gospel's voice attend,
While Jesus sends to you:
Ye perishing and guilty come,
In Jesus' arms there yet is room.
No longer now delay,

Nor vain excuses frame:
He bids you come to-day,

Tho' poor, and blind, and lame:
All things are ready, sinner, come,
For every trembling soul there's room,
Believe the heavenly word
His messengers proclaim;

He is a gracious Lord,

And faithful to his name:

Eacksliding souls, return and come,
Cast off despair, there yet is room.
Compelled by bleeding love,
Ye wandring sheep draw near,

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Christ calls you from above,

His charming accents hear!
Let whosoever will, now come:
In mercy's breast there still is room.
119. 7s.

Compel them to come in, Luke xiv. 23.
LORD, how large thy bounties are,
Tender, gracious sinner's friend;
What a feast dost thou prepare,
And what invitations send!
Now fulfil thy great design,

Who didst first the message bring, Every heart to thee incline,

Now compel them to come in.
2 Rushing on the downward road,
Sinners no compulsion need;
Glory to forsake, and God,

See they run with rapid speed:
Draw them back by love divine,
With thy grace their spirits win,
Every heart, &c.

3 Thus their willing souls ccmpel,

Thus their happy minds constrain
From the ways of death and hell,
Home to God, and grace again;
Stretch that conquering arm of thine,
Once out-stretch'd to bleed for sin
Every heart to thee incline,
Now compel them to come in.

120. C. M. Steele.

The Saviour's Invitation, John vii. 37.
THE Saviour calls-let every ear
Attend the heavenly sound;
Ye doubting souls dismiss your fear,
Hope smiles reviving round.
For every thirsty longing heart,
Here streams of bounty flow